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Poetry or Prose anything goes... til the clock strikes Midnight
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Nightingale in Flash Fiction

Sweet Faced Liar

She wears her smile like a sash. No one asks her why, but she always frowns when the party ends. During the day, she is full of life. She dances and smiles, making coy gestures. At night the corners of her mouth never twitch up, and her body is still. She wears her hair in curls, her blue eyes are innocent, but she hates being the sweet-faced liar.